Tag Archives: Schwervon poetry

Show Poem 4-18-14 @ The Heavy Anchor (St. Louis, MO)

The sky opens up like a giant biscuit
Flaky and warm
Waiting to be crippled in the hand of God and smeared in impossible amounts of butter and gravy
I’ve just spent the better part of 4 days with a 3 year old and the biggest lesson I’ve learned is to allow life to stick to the roof of your mouth
The second biggest thing I’ve learned is to sweat the small stuff and then to not sweat the small stuff
The third thing I learned is that from tears grow the flowers of happiness
A single teardrop is worth a million bombs when it comes to a swift ending to conflict
The sound of a child’s ass hitting the floor after falling from a chair resonates like a cannon fired across the bow of a ship.
We must all learn to let go of our tears.
We must all appreciate the awareness required to complain in paradise.
We must learn every thing that goes into a  Real Good Friday.
We have to learn the game within the game.
The subtext of our script.
The script behind the scripture.
Let’s all raise a leg to another Good Friday.
SMS confess our sins
LOL TGIGF TGIGF thank god it’s Good Friday thank god it’s Good Friday.
The sin is about to begin

Show Poem: Dance Class / 4-12 &13-14 @ Double Trouble weekend: Replay Lounge (Lawrence, KS) & The Brick (KC, MO)

Mama’s got a squeeze box
And Papa’s got a brand new bag
And You were right when you said I might have to, some day,
Fight For my right to party
The party cops are a real thing
The anti party “Party” is in full effect
They will make us all pay for their lack of skills on the dance floor
But  “No” my friends
We are not judges
We are teachers
Our class room is the dance floor
Our chalk boards are our wiggly asses
It’s not about skill
It’s not about obeying rules
There are no rules in ass class
There is no test
There is no grade
There is only research
There is only motion and emotion
There is no wrong way for an ass to move
It’s not about how much you charge for admission to the live show
It’s about everybody putting a little somethin’ in the tip jar
And when I say tip jar
I mean dance floor
And when I say dance floor
I mean: Mountains & Forests & Lakes & Rivers
All that creeps and crawls
And climbs aboard this crazy boat ride
It’s about the birds and their beaks
And the special way they feed their babies
I want you  to feed me on the dance floor like a baby bird.
Feed me
Like a hungry baby bird on fire

Show Poem: It’s All Because Of Kansas / 2-13-14 @ Fokl (KCK)

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photo by Michael Byars

Welcome to the front line
Choose your scapegoat
Choose your crime
God blames the Devil
Missouri blames Kansas
The coasts blame the Midwest
Europe blames America
America blames China.
The earth blames the sun.
The sun blames the galaxy
The galaxy blames the universe
But we all know where the real evil lies
It’s all because of Kansas
Barbecue and blues
It’s all because of Kansas
More bad news
It’s all because of Kansas
The Creationism trick
It’s all because of Kansas
And Fred Phelps’s little dick
It’s the stupid fucking farmers and the rich republicans.
It’s the Johnson County house wives and  and their tricked out mini vans
It’s the old white racist farts that could really give shit
While their holed up in their safe rooms sucking ol’ Rush Limbaugh’s tit
It’s all because of Kansas
And their professors’ evil tweets
It’s all because of Kansas
And all that gluten filled wheat
It’s all because if Kansas
Fucking you and fucking me
It’s all because of Kansas
Land of the fucking free
It’s because of Kansas
House bill 2453
It’s all because if Kansas
Ad astra per aspera and bigotry